Poetic Reflections

September 21

I suppose I don’t need the haircut. The gold hoops. Black boots laced high beneath strong, toned thighs.…

September 29, 2023

You know, I think I’ve been stalling. Pausing a turning phase. I’m sitting in my favorite corner, August’s…

August 31, 2023

It’s like honey. One of the sweetest delights of being human is waking with laughter on your lips.…

June 23, 2023

Perhaps you’re like me—someone with a tendency to look for the worst case scenarios. When awesome moments find…

August 26, 2022

Sometimes I paint the ugly paintings. I paint the ideas that collect in the hallways of my mind,…

August 5, 2022

Seven years pass and we’re hand and hand again, meandering through the bustling streets of Detroit. A city…

July 25, 2022

Life—the way it shifts is often a surprise, but less so when I tune into my intuition and…

July 20, 2022

I was always a neat-house freak until I had kids. I struggled those first few years as a…

June 28, 2022

Days turn to weeks. Weeks turn to months. Months, to years. We plan and we prepare, setting the…

June 10, 2022

It’s the mundane, repetitive moments that need our awareness—the little things we do each day on autopilot. How…

May 5, 2022